So this is where I really take the plunge and launch a blog. As a lifelong writer, I think the only subjects that haven’t come under my pen are myself, my family and our life together. It’s always been a plan, but there was always an excuse to say “not now.”
That said, something I’ve managed to learn is that now is probably always the best time. And I think moving to a new town, working on a new business, and scrapping for a living while I do, is a great time to get down to it.
What’ll this blog be? All I’m willing to commit to is ‘regular’. As a family, we’ve come a long way and have a lot on our plates, most of which would be good material in some way or another. And we’re going to be learning a lot, which should make for good content, I think.
I’d just add here, just to get it out of the way, is that I’m likely to make an arse of myself quite frequently along the way – as I did this morning, learning how to chop wood – and I promise to pass on the full extent of my errors along the way. Please let me know where I’m going wrong.
And it turns out that the first way of making an arse of myself is learning how to create this blogsite. It’s always the way with tech, isn’t it? All the sales literature goes on about how easy it’s going to be, but once you’ve paid the fees and are let loose with the design tools, you get to a point where you can’t go forward and will lose everything you’ve done if you slam the laptop shut and walk away. Then it’s Google, YouTube and swearing.
That’s our current situation. I’ll give you more details about how we came to be here in a later post – now I have to find a way of getting this to work . . . a phrase I suspect I’ll be using a lot in the days to come.
Looking forward to following the adventures of your new country life, it couldn’t be more of a starker contrast from corporate life and life in the bubble of Singapore
Your house is SO beautiful! Look forward to hearing more. Do you have a Margo and Jerry next door?
I’ve always enjoyed the pictures, and hope the words will be adequately supported by a steady stream of them. That’s possibly the curse of readers. They have hopes.